Successive Generations of JWs have found out that the end indeed comes: the end of their lives. One by one by one, the older generations die off - the end comes. The older you get, the more you see it.
What you don't see, generation after generation, is the end of this system.
In 1969, first my mother and then my maternal grandmother dissuaded me from getting a higher education so I could train as a journalist. I had even bought myself a typewriter - a princely sum of money in those days! My dream evaporated.
Their chief argument wasn't so much that I would get caught up in the world and leave the "truth". No. It was that we were so very near the end of this wicked system of things that I would barely complete my training before the end would be here. Convinced me big time! 1975 was a few short years away!
Well, we know the end of this system did not come.
I am now less than 3 years away from retirement age at 65. Thank goodness I turfed JW organization out of my life in the early 1980s and went to university, completing my PhD in Psychology some years later.
As you'd expect, my grandparents and parents are now deceased; they have met their end. And this crabby but still beautiful old world rumbles on.